part of it
09/27/2005 07:01 p.m.
because
i can't sleep without crying and
because
the pain is too great

i come to you
(i give in)
willing to change
and be what you need me
to be

but your damp eyes say nothing
except for pity
and you say
it can't work.

i say, well,
it's your life.
i just liked being a part of it.